“They are definitely all yours.” Matt smiled at her as he reluctantly withdrew his hand. “Very nice, that was very nice of you to let me s...ee.” “It was nice for me too Matt.” Fliss smiled and made no attempt to put her clothes back on. “You have a lovely touch. Would you err… mind if I had a look at your cock?” She glanced at his crotch. “You know, I’m kinda curious and, well, you have seen my tits.” “Sure.” Matt stood up slowly and moved around in front of her. . I wanted to stay in bed a few more minutes. I wanted to dream of the nasty naughty things I’d done with Brian, but it was already getting late and I really needed to shower before doing anything else. I had to skip breakfast and run out with unwashed hair, sweats, a belly shirt and a zipped up hoodie. I’d have to keep the hoodie zipped with the school’s dress code, but whatever at least I made the bus.I found Becky and Addy on a pair of benches with a few other cross country girls. I walked up. ‘Do you want to?’ I asked. She didn’t say anything, but, in one smooth move, started kissing my neck and escorted my hand under her panties. She was so wet. Even though we’d done so much with each other, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I rubbed her clit until she came, then pulled her panties to the side as I’d seen in porn clips and entered her. Very gently. I looked to Mel and Klay again, I’d completely forgotten about their existence. It seemed like they had finished each. ? There are twoforms of survival in life.? There is thesurvival of your physical body, which demands a great deal.? But there is also the survival of yourconcept of the self.? Sometimes, thesurvival of the self requires that a person sacrifice their body to maintainthat identity.? But that sacrifice of thebody requires a great deal of strength.?It was not a part of my identity to beg to be raped by a woman I hadonly just met, or by any woman.? I wouldmuster the strength to sacrifice myself up.